“You’ve shown up for an instant and it is forever. (…) It hits me right here, in the center of my heart,”
— Clarice Lispector, ed. by Benjamin Moser and tr. by Katrina Dodson, The Complete Stories
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“once upon a time in a faraway land, there was a tiny kingdom; peaceful, prosperous, and rich in romance and tradition. here in a stately chateau, there lived a widowed gentleman, and his little daughter, cinderella. although he was a kind and devoted father, and gave his beloved child every luxury and comfort, still, he felt she needed a mother’s care. and so he married again, choosing for his second wife, a woman of good family, with two daughters just cinderella’s age, by name, anastasia and drizella. it was upon the untimely death of this good man, however, that the stepmother’s true nature was revealed: cold, cruel, and bitterly jealous of cinderella’s charm and beauty, she was grimly determined to forward the interests of her own two awkward daughters. thus, as time went by, the chateau fell into disrepair, for the family fortunes were squandered upon the vain and selfish stepsisters while cinderella was abused, humiliated, and finally forced to become a servant in her own house. and yet, through it all, cinderella remained ever gentle and kind, for with each dawn she found new hope that someday her dreams of happiness would come true.” | cinderella (1950)
Out of curiosity, what did you come up with? What binds you together? Other than non-consensual penises, not much.
It’s been 84 years, and I can still smell the fresh paint. The china had never been used. The sheets had never been slept in. Titanic was called the Ship of Dreams, and it was. It really was.
I’m telling you, it’s spooky! She knows more about you than you do.
— Who Doesn’t?
